ext_201968 ([identity profile] whiteychan.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2008-02-09 03:17 am

Day 30: Cafeteria, Breakfast

Hitsugaya woke with a start.

His entire body ached, but the pain was nowhere near as bad as it had been the night before. His injuries had been tended two with clean gauze and bandages, and he found every movement wasn't agony. He wasn't in the best of shape, but thanks to the miracle of landel's strange time distortion, he had mostly recovered from the vile poison without having to waste anyone else's talents.

And in his hand, still...there was the key.

He dressed quickly, sliding the key onto the key ring from his desk drawer and stuck it into his pocket. Whether the key stood to gain them anything or not, it stood as a vital reminder that they could succeed in this place. There was hope, as insignificant as it often seemed. They could beat this place.

That small shred of hope made getting up worth it.

The nurse who escorted him to breakfast was cheerful, and commented idly about how wonderful it was to see young Tommy Winters up and about again after his unfortunate run-in with a bad case of food poisoning. He smirked slightly, knowing that any lies the institute forced into their heads were only that: lies. He wouldn't buy it for a second. And on top of that, the concept of muffins sounded almost appetizing. While he still preferred his authentic Japanese cuisine, the food here was slowly becoming more and more bearable. He would have preferred a warm bowl of sweet nattou over rice over the mufffins, but they would do. The plain yogurt and fruit, on the other hand, was excellent. He piled his plate high with fruit as usual, and got several small bowls of yogurt as well.

Finding the most convenient table to the end of the food line, he took a seat and scanned for the new arrivals. New arrivals meant people who would be lost and confused. Renji did a good job of making a bulliten post last time...he should recommend abarai-fukutaicho do the same again this time.

[Waiting for Angel]
nobleman: (revenge will surely come.)

[personal profile] nobleman 2008-02-16 10:48 am (UTC)(link)
It was good to see that Claude was on his side in this, at least, though Guy realized he shouldn't have expected anything different from Asch the Bloody. Even as the redhead tried to argue back, there was no way Guy was going to be convinced. Though now that all of this was going on, he was actually glad Luke wasn't there. This was the last thing his friend needed to be around for after what he had been through last night.

"All right, fine," Guy snapped, waving him off. "Go ahead if you're that set on it." The other fights were still going on, though it looked like a few of them were already being contained. If Asch really wanted to get involved, then he was going to have to hurry up before further action was taken to stop all of it.

Guy doubted that Luke would be showing up at this point, so he instead continued to watch the chaos, taking note of how the nurses and orderlies handled the patients. Even the most experienced fighters were being systematically taken down - the staff seemed to outnumber them, which was quite a feat.

It seemed like he just couldn't get a break since last night. Maybe it was to make up for the more or less peaceful day he'd had yesterday.

[identity profile] full-score.livejournal.com 2008-02-16 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Asch's stare was unwavering and firm, and Claude couldn't help but give a heavy, irritated sigh. His roommate had a point about needing to take action before they were all destroyed. But there was a time and a place for everything, and he was pretty sure socking a defenseless nurse in the face during breakfast wasn't the best escape plan. If it were that easy, everyone would have broken out ages ago, right? Besides, he doubted things were as black and white as some the captives here believed.

Optimism was great. Recklessness could lead to some unexpectedly nice surprises. But stupidity was never, ever a good thing.

He was a little stunned to hear Guy wave him off, apparently thinking Asch was a lost cause. Claude figured the other blond knew him best. Maybe trying to convince him really was useless.

"It's your choice," he told him after a brief moment, not bothering to hide the irritation in his voice. "But, listen, Asch -- if you're looking to go down in a blaze of glory, this isn't the best place for it." Like Guy, Claude was just as aware of the way the staff were taking down the rioters, and he'd been stunned to see them bring down one of the larger men with relative ease.

He could understand the burning need to do something, though, and it showed in the agitated way he tore his napkin into tiny pieces as he stayed next to Guy. "Dammit. This is really difficult to watch."